I suppose it all started with the snow.
You see, it is a very special kind of snow.
A snow to make the happy happy and the giddy even bigger.
A snow to make a home come and homeier and natural enemies friends.
Natural.
For it was the first snow of the season.
And as any child can tell you, there's a certain magic to the very first snow,
especially when it falls on the day before Christmas.
For when the first snow is also a Christmas snow,
well, something wonderful is bound to happen.
Children, back to your seats.
The snow can wait.
Now, now.
I've hired Professor Hinkel, the magician,
to entertain at today's class Christmas party.
So, pay attention.
Now, Professor Hinkel was just about the worst magician in the world.
Put the magic eggs into my hat.
Abacadabra to coin the phrase.
And voila, the eggs have turned into...
Pokus, where are you?
The only thing this hat's good for is the trash can.
Just look, little girl.
Can't take that hat.
Saw nothing of the kind.
Quiet.
I can't lose that hat if it's really got magic now.
It'll make me a millionaire magician.
But we saw Frosty come to life, didn't we?
Uh-huh.
We sure did.
You silly children believe everything you see.
When you're grown up,
you'll realize that snowman can't come to life.
But Frosty, we don't care what grown-ups say.
We know you did come to life.
We know, Frosty.
We just know.
Frosty, the snowman was a jolly, happy soul.
With a concave pipe and a button nose and two eyes,
made out of coal.
Frosty, the snowman is a fairy tale they say.
He was made of snow but the children...
The Frosty and the children.
That point must be made very clear.
Therefore, Pokus Pokus was entirely in the right
in what he was about to do.
Pokus raced back to the children just as fast as he could.
I said my first words.
But...
But snowman can't talk.
All right, come on now.
What's the joke?
Could...
Could I really be alive?
I mean, I can make words.
I can move.
I can juggle.
I can sweep.
I can count to ten.
One, two, three.
Four, five, nine, six, eight.
Well, I can count to five.
What do you know?
I'm even ticklish.
In fact, I'm eleven.
I am alive.
What a neat thing to happen to a nice guy like me.
That must have been some magic.
And that old silk hat they found.
Oh, when they placed it on his head,
he began to dance around.
Frosty was no man,
was alive as he could be.
And the children say he could laugh and play
just the same as you and me.
Is there a thermometer around here?
I was afraid of that.
That the thermometer's getting red.
I hate red thermometers.
Why, Frosty?
Because when the thermometer gets all reddish,
the temperature goes up.
And when the temperature goes up,
I start to melt.
And when I start to melt,
I get all wishy-washy.
Then you've got to go someplace
where you'll never melt.
The only place I'd never melt is the North Pole.
Then we've got to get you there.
Yeah!
We'll take you downtown to the railroad station
and put you on a train.
Great.
I always wanted to see the town.
Let's make a party out of it.
Let's have a parade.
You see that traffic light?
What's a traffic light?
Up there on the lamppost.
What's a lamppost?
Oh, you want it ticket-wise, guy?
I'd love one.
To the North Pole, please.
Huh?
You've got to excuse him, sir.
You see, he just came to life.
And he doesn't know much about such things.
Oh, well, okay, if he just came to life.
Move along!
A silly snowman.
Once they come to life, they don't know nothing.
Come to life?
I could take it to the North Pole, please.
Well, it's North Pole?
Oh, yes, ma'am.
A.S.S. Catch-You-On.
Got to make a change at Nanooka, the North Pole.
That'll be $3,000 and four cents, including tax.
Oh, but we don't have any money.
No money!
No money, no North Pole.
Don't you get all slushy, too?
What is this, Hocus?
What a neat way to travel.
Coming to the North Pole, too?
I'm sure my mother won't mind.
As long as I'm home in time for supper.
A refrigerated boxcar was a splendid way to travel.
Splendid, that is, if one is a snowman or a furry-coated rabbit.
But for Karen...
Are you cold, Karen?
Now, that's a silly question.
You wouldn't be sneezing if you weren't cold.
Well, just...
Frosty realized that Karen had to get out of that car as soon as possible.
So when the little freight train stopped
to let an express full of happy Christmas travels pass,
Frosty took advantage of the opportunity
and quickly got them all up.
The only thing Professor Henkel could do was make a jump for us.
Frosty wanted to get as far away as he could before Henkel woke up.
But the woods to which they traveled were still bitterly cold.
Hocus, I've got to get Karen all warmed up.
Oh, she's a goner.
But I can't make a fire.
Oh, boy, that's one thing I really can't do.
Guess we just better keep moving till we find someone who can.
That suddenly they came upon a tiny glance
which seemed almost magical.
For it was Christmas Eve and the woodland animals
were all decorating for their big celebration.
They knew Santa was to come that night
and they wanted everything to be just right.
Hocus, speak to the animals.
See if they will all pitch in and build a fire for Karen.
I'm delighted to help.
So they plung the spark away from the glance
where the fire wouldn't catch on to the tree.
Soon there was a spark and in almost no time
a splendid fire was crackling away.
Frosty was careful to stay far away from the flames.
Hocus, we've got to find someone
to help Karen get home before she freezes
and me to the North Pole before I melt.
But who?
Not the President of the United States?
Oh, they were both swell ideas
but we've got to find someone nearby.
Santa Claus.
That's a great idea.
Why didn't I think of that before?
Hocus, you go back with the animals
and when Santa comes you bring him right here.
Understand?
Hurry now!
And so Frosty kept a silent vigil
waiting patiently all through the night
until Santa would arrive.
But suddenly...
Oh, a campfire.
Well, isn't that all snug and comfy?
No, don't!
Now, give me that hat or else.
Or else what?
Well, don't bother me with details.
Give me that hat.
Get on my shoulders, Karen.
You see, Frosty, since he was made of snow and snow
was the fastest belly whopper in the world.
No Professor Hickle was so far out distant
and now it was Frosty's good fortune
that right at the bottom of the hill
was a tiny greenhouse
used to grow precious tropical poinsettias
for Christmas.
It's got to be all warm and snug inside
for those Christmas flowers to grow so beautiful.
Let's go in.
Oh, but...
But you will melt.
Just a little.
I'll only stay inside for a minute.
Besides, I've been meaning to take off a little weight anyway.
Staying here much longer
and I'll really make a splash in the world.
But was it too late?
Hocus explained the situation to Santa.
Who, as you know, speaks a fluent rabbit.
And when they didn't find Frosty
and Karen on the hill,
Santa followed Frosty's path in the snow
to the greenhouse.
But when they got inside
a terrible sight met their rivals.
Nonsense.
Oh, don't cry, Karen.
Frosty's not gone for good.
You see, he was made out of Christmas snow
and Christmas snow can never disappear completely.
Oh, it sometimes goes away
for almost a year at a time
and takes the form of spring and summer rain.
But you can bet your boots
that when a good, jolly December wind kisses it
it'll turn into Christmas snow all over again.
Yes, but...
Just once.
A minute.
I want that hat and I want it now.
Don't you dare touch that.
And just what are you going to do about it?
If you so much as lay a finger on the brim
I'll never bring you another Christmas present
as long as you live.
Never?
Never.
No more trick cards or magic balls
or no more anything?
Oh, that's not fair.
I mean, we evil magicians have to make a living too.
Now you go home and write,
I am very sorry for what I did to Frosty
a hundred zillion times.
And then maybe, just maybe, mind you,
you'll find something in your stocking tomorrow morning.
A new hat maybe?
Oh, yes, sir.
Goodbye, everyone.
Sorry to lose and run,
but I've got to get busy writing.
Busy, busy, busy.
Come on, Frosty.
We're all waiting for you.
And so Santa took Karen home
and made ready to bring Frosty back to the North Pole with him.
Karen hated to say goodbye to Frosty,
but as Santa promised,
Frosty returned every year with the magical Christmas snow.
And every year there was a great celebration
with a big Christmas parade.
Does Frosty go?
Sump a cheese, sump, sump, sump a cheese, sump, sump.
Over the hills of snow,
Frosty, the snowman,
was a jolly, happy soul.
Would a conker pipe and a button nose
and two eyes made out of coal.
And with Frosty the snowman,
Christmas was always very merry indeed.
You have a merry Christmas too.
Sayin' don't you cry.
I'll be back on Christmas Day.